Archive for the "Me Being Pregnant" Category
Aug
18th
2010
I hit the 12 week mark last Saturday, which basically means I was able to start breathing again for the first time in 3 months. They say you’re supposed to be in somewhat of a safe zone after you make it to 12 weeks, so I’ve pretty much been fist pumping my way through the first half of this week. Huuuuge sigh of relief.
(I promise I’m normally quite jolly and do smile with my teeth on occasion.)
So yes, I was feeling great until yesterday morning. I went to the bathroom and –MEN, LOOK AWAY NOW– I noticed I was having a little bit of a bleeding problem. HELLO. Cue the pregnant woman hysterics. And this happened, seriously, 10 minutes after I posted this little bit of joy on Twitter:
I knew I wasn’t imagining those flutters, but what perfect timing mother nature has, right? I was a confused, terrified, blubbering mess, wondering if those were the first and last little movements I’d ever feel from this baby. So. Many. Tears.
My nurse was able to get me in a few hours later, did a check up of my lady business and said everything looked pretty normal, but that I do need to be taking it easy for a while. That’s all I will say for fear of making you all gag and run for the hills, but just know I’m fine.
She also listened for the baby’s heartbeat and COULDN’T FREAKING FIND IT, so naturally, there was more crying. I was sent to get an ultrasound, which normally means !!!!!!!!!BABY!!!!!!!!!!!, but this time was more like …!?…!????:(
I held my breath as the ultrasound tech started working, and again, started crying when I saw this sweet thing do a big jump:
Baby #2 is just fine. Thank God.
Categories: Me Being Pregnant Personal Pregnancy #2
Aug
12th
2010
First things first. A few weeks back I wrote a post about angry pregnant women wanting to kill you. A little harsh. I think I may have angered some pregnant women and also terrified the rest of you in the process. I PROMISE on my shoe collection that I will never harm a hair on your pretty little heads if you say anything about my baby/pregnancy/gas belly (because again, we know that all it really is at this point). It was all in fun, but I still want to say I’m sorry to the nice pregnant ladies and to everyone else who may be hiding from me under their couches at this very moment. xo
Now let’s get to business.
I have an ultrasound today and there’s a possibility I may see a penis nub. You know how much this concerns me. Still, I’m really excited about being able to see the baby again because last time I was only able to get 2 ultrasounds the entire pregnancy and it was really disappointing. Pregnant ladies love their ultrasounds. It’s true.
Symptoms this week:
- More barfing. Actually, I should be clear about this… it’s not actual throwing up and more like just a chronic case of the dry heaves, which I fully believe was something conjured up by an evil witch doctor who lives in the swamps. There’s no satisfaction of a job well done or even a flush! Just a lot of disturbing sounds coming out of your mouth.
- Terrible, horrible, no good, very bad skin.
- Ravenous hunger and odd cravings. Most people know I’m weird about my meats. Like, I basically only eat white meat chicken after it’s been dissected and I know for sure it has nothing questionable in it. I found a vein once and… let’s just not discuss my reaction. Anyway, I’ve been craving roast beef. I DON’T DO BEEF.
- Sexy dreams involving ugly actors I am in no way attracted to in a conscious state. I’ve been debating on whether to take you all there and I’m not quite sure I (or my family who reads my blog) would be all that comfortable with it, so for now I’ll just leave it to your imagination. (Skeet Ulrich. JUST NO.)
- I love you, Justin.
Tags: 11 weeks pregnant cravings pregnancy skeet ulrich is not my cup of tea symptoms Categories: Me Being Pregnant Personal Pregnancy #2
Aug
06th
2010
Okay, I’ll be 11 weeks tomorrow, but I have been majorly slacking off with my posts (and life in general) these past few weeks. I am SO looking forward to feeling better soon, not puking at the sight of meats and cheeses.
So is everyone still okay with me posting my blurry, ghetto, bathroom belly shots? Because I DO own an actual camera and am happy to pose awkwardly in front of my apartment for all my neighbors to watch and ridicule. But it’s whatever the people want!
Anyway. The baby, as my friend Kristy so eloquently worded it, is a life-sucking leach. BUT! It’s a life-sucking leach without a tail and with actual, non-webbed fingers now! AWWW.
Also, I watched The Business of Being born last week during a slow time at work. It was really interesting, but may I please advise that you DON’T DO THIS AT WORK. I never expected to see that many dark brown Milkdud nipples that early in the morning and I’m not sure I’ve fully recovered.
Tags: 10 weeks pregnant belly photo business of being born pregnancy Categories: Me Being Pregnant Personal Pregnancy #2
Aug
03rd
2010
I’m going to be frank with you right now… little boys make me nervous. It must be something to do with the whole ‘fearing the unknown’ thing because I have very little experience in caring for baby boys and I honestly have no idea what it’s all about.
I always dressed up and played house and painted my nails and baked cookies and was generally silly and dramatic. I am a girlie girl, and so is Maddie. That’s all I know. If you asked me what little boys do for fun, all I could really give you for an answer is… eat dirt?
this gives me heart palpitations. GIVE THIS CHILD SOME SOAP!
Also, I don’t have a ton of experience with changing little boy’s diapers, but let me just say that the few times I’ve been present for the blessed event, there has always been some sort of a pee malfunction. ALWAYS. I don’t handle streaming pee in my face with calmness and grace, I’ll just say that right now.
On the other hand, I’ve held baby boys and they are the most cuddly, squishy little things. They are so, so sweet and man, do they LOVE their mamas. That’s definitely something I envy. Madeline loves me, sure… but she’s a Daddy’s girl all the way.
Five of my friends are currently pregnant with boys. FIVE. It’s an epidemic… and with another ultrasound right around the corner, it’s possible I could find out early like my friends did. I am getting sort of anxious to know whether or not I’m going to be a part of the bugs-mud-pee-stream-in-face club or remain in the pink-dramatic-sparkly-fit-throwing club.
Either way, I’ll be thrilled. But if it’s a boy, I’m going to need some major help.
Tags: baby gender Categories: Me Being Pregnant Personal Pregnancy #2
Jul
28th
2010
HEY! Read this first.
Now that I am pregnant again, I feel free to say that expectant mothers are some of the most difficult people on the planet. I was the first time around and I am starting to see the signs again. There are a few happy-sparkle-rainbow moms that don’t fit into this category (though, I’ve only met one or two), but usually we are pretty hard to please. It’s not ALL our fault though!
Let me explain…
You’ve heard over and over how you are NEVER, under any circumstances, supposed to comment on a pregnant woman’s size/weight/shape. Even though the commenter may be well-meaning, pregnant ladies are hardly ever okay with what is said.
Example 1:
Well-meaning person: Wow, you’re really showing!
Pregnant lady: Bitch just called me fat.
(Pregnant women think in cuss words, whether they say it or not. Didn’t you know? We’re pretty hostile.)
Example 2:
Well-meaning person: You’re carrying reaaaally wide! Must be a girl!
Pregnant lady: And you must be carrying three.
(Way harsh, Tai.)
Example 3:
Well-meaning person: You’re glowing!
Pregnant lady: RUDE! She just pointed out how sweaty I am!
Example 4:
Well-meaning person: YOU’RE DRINKING COFFEE/HAVING A HOME BIRTH/EATING SUGAR/WEARING HIGH HEELS!? DON’T YOU KNOW YOU’RE KILLING YOUR BABY!?! LET ME PUSH ALL MY BELIEFS ON YOU EVEN THOUGH I’VE NEVER HAD A KID OF MY OWN & SCARE THE CRAP OUT OF YOU IN THE PROCESS!
Pregnant lady: (We usually just cry at this point.)
My point is, we’re really touchy. To the people who mean no harm and are only trying to say how cute we look, I’m really sorry. These hormonies make us sort of out of control, but we really can’t help it.
To be safe, you can always just tell us we look pretty. Ladies always want to look pretty, whether we have a bowling ball belly or not. If you stray from my advice, I am not responsible for what happens to you at the hand of that pregnant person.
You’re in that girl’s territory now.
Tags: anger issues don't say this to a pregnant woman pregnancy Categories: Me Being Pregnant Personal Pregnancy #2
